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PAGE ETCITTT ftlEDFORD MAIL TRIBTJlsT:, MEDFORD, OREGON, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 21, 1931 Judith Lane by JEANKK BOWMAN SYNOPSIS: Radiant beeauee ol ' her engagement to Norman Pate, Judith Lane return Irom a trip to Itio Diablo to find two disturb ing thlnge. One la that her employ ere daughter, Mathile Bevine. te trying to take her fianoe from her, and the other U that Morton Lam pere, Norman'e law partner, te coneplring to interere with Big Tom Bevine- Rio Diablo dam. Ju dith te Big Tom'e -perleet etenop rapher." But now ehe te on the Bevine yacht, trying to teU Big Tom 0 the new danger. Chapter Bight THE PIONIO I JUDITH waited while Tom Bevlns regained hla composure. She had tried to lead up to Clla'a message, gently, but the name of Lampere seemed to startle him. "I never did trust that man, Judy," lie remarked at length, "you know we retained that, firm because of Norman's father, then when he died before Norman was admitted to the lar, Lampere took over our work. Tell me what you know." Judith related what Clla had over heard and when she concluded, the Dig man nodded his head "he's seen a chance to make Quick money exploiting the land ... he needs It. Judith," as a steward appeared, "keep this quiet won't you, don't aay anything to Norman. How about your friend? Can you trust her?' "Absolutely." They went below to dinner, Judith aware of the frigid condemnation In Mrs. Bevlns' eyes for delaying the boat. She found herself seated be tween two of Norman's friends who sought to make up for the lack of kindliness shown by her hostess. But at length the boat docked and Norman, his mother and Clla whisked Judith home to her apart menu ' "Have a big -rest," Norman admon ished, "I'll be around here about noon tomorrow ... or today, rather. Want to take you on a picnic; then we'll go home and have dinner with mother. Is that agreeable to you?" "Of course," agreed Judith, part ing reluctantly from hla embrace; an" program which Included him was more than agreeable. She walked out on the '"under- liung Jaw" of her attic after be had left. The Janitor bad kept her pot ted Bhrubs and flower boxes watered and weeded. She stretched out In a wicker chair and looked up Into the velvety blackness of the sky where tars ... the color of Mathlle's hair . . . seemed neatly appllqued. Mathile loved Norman. Norman's partner Lampere was trying to hurt big Tom . . , Norman was going to marry her, a mere stenographer. She should stay and protect Big Tom. Women .... stenographers and newspaper women . . . were quicker to sense dishonesty, than big bluff honest men. But she loved Norman and she couldn't go on being a stenographer and have him too . . . now that she had promised. She yawned at the velvety sky, made a face at the stars which looked like Mathile Bevlns' hair, wondered how a girl like that oould belong to a man like Tom Bevlns, wandered Indoors, dropped the ruf fled dress and sheath of foam 01 la bad Insisted was a petticoat, pawed sleepily through a drawer tor a nightdress, donned It and tumbled Into bed. "TTOW does this appeal to you aa a picnic spot?" Norman had brought his roadster to a stop at the foot of an oak-covered knoll. Judith, looking up from under the wide brim of starohed linen hat, felt a queer tug at her beart aa she saw the knoll, the two stalwart old oaks topping It, the laiy atream meandering around Its base to a far meadow. "Perfect," answered Judith. She ran ahead of Norman, who carried hampers and rugs, and at the top oi the knoll stopped entranced "Norm . . . look you can see the city skyline ... oh It's a love of a place. I wonder who owna It" "I do." answered Norman, spread ing a rug at the foot of an oak, then aeelng the rapt expression of Jud ith's face, "Judy, would yon . . . couid you consider It as a home site? 1 know you business girls prefer apartments . . . want to be around where things are doing. 1 won't be able to afford a car for you for awhile and It might be lonely until we had neighbors but" "Norman I'd love IL Even stenog raphers Hue a wee bit of nature y'know," she chlded, "Perfect stenographers," he cor rented, then "Judy, see that swale down there, that's where 1 used to go frog hunting and that creek . . . you'd be surprised at the stse of the flsb I cauaht In there. And see thai it"i""!-ili old oak, tho one leaning Turk I Mi Palace Rnovattd ISTANBUL. (UP) YUdla. the pftU ce of Abdul Humid the Damned, and the last residence of Turkey's sultans, li being transformed. Its chief kiosk and Abdul Hamld'a throne room will be made Into a seat for In ternational conferences. THE FLAVOR 23! over a though It load of moss was too heavy? Once my hound Pepper mint treed a possum there." "Norman, when did you buy this place?" "Two years ago ... the day I Ural saw you at a board meeting. I knew then you were the girl with whom I wanted to, live here for the rest ol my life." Judith pondered a moment "Canny Scotchman," she said, "wait ed two years to be sure." "No ... I was watching you all ol the time. I waited the two years foi the money to build after I'd bought the place." Judith laughed ''that proves I was right, you are a canny Scotch man." "But Judith," he protested, "1 couldn't come to yon empty handed. On my small salary we'd have had to rent one of those little houses we saw from the viaduct that night. Tell me, what kind of a house would yon like to have here?" "A white one, with green root and shutters, slim white olllara and . . ." she added, dreamily, "pink gerani ums In window boxes." "A modified Mount Vernon. Small one 1 mean." "It would be Ideal here . . . stone terraces with velvety lawns leading .to the highway . , . and Norm, could I have an Iris bed down there . . , along the edge of the swale?" Suddenly she waa like an excited child, and Norman, unpacking the delectable lunch hla mother's cook Delphinium had prepared, laughed with her. Perhaps, be mused. It wouldn't be so difficult weaning her away from the quick tempo of the business office, or the thrill of ad venturing Into the field with Big Tom. PHEY watched the sunset from the staked off terrace of-their future home, then drove to ' Nor man's house. Mrs. Dale waa busy with a bridge foursome "Judy," ehe apologized, "I'm so sorry . . . They Just happened to drop In and I did want to get acquainted with you. "Try to amuse yourself for an hour or so, won't you? Norman, take her around and let her see if she wants any of thla furniture . . . I'm selling next week, Just reserv ing a few favorite bits for my apart ment ... I'll move as soon as yon two are married ..." They had drifted Into the living room where the three women wait ed., Judith received introductions, beard Mrs. Dale say In the midst of them, after one quick glance at a waiting hand "Four spades." "Five diamonds," retorted her op ponent. "Five spades," came from her partner. ., "Oh come on," exclaimed Norman in a hurt small boy voice, "I want you to meet'Delphy and Llge, they bad more hand In my upbringing than mother and dad put together." They went Into a spotlessly white kitchen to find Delphy, a large col ored woman, bending over the stove and her son, Elijah, In a white Jacket, arranging a salad. "Mlsa Lane, thla Is Delphinium Grant, the best mammy a boy ever had." "Go long," chuckled Delphy. "I like the results of your mam mylng," Judith said smiling at the old woman. "Like them so well I'm going to marry him." "So you la the girl." She subject ed Judith to a close scrutiny, then nodded her head. . "Is you, Miss Judith?" questioned Llge. "Well, Ma'ss Tom Bevln, ha call long 'bout four o'clock and he say to' you to call him on the tola foam soon'a you come In." "He say It's vitamin po'tent," con tributed Delphy. "Vitally Important," Interpreted Norman. ... - "He say call th' office," said Llge as they started towards the hall phone. "Something must be wrong for him to be In the office on Sunday," declared Judith, apprehension chill ing her. When Judith returned from the telephone she was the efficient sec retary. "Norman," aha had checked her self from addressing him aa Mr. Dale, "can you rush me to the office?" "What's wrong, Judy?" he asked aa they were worming through Sun day night traffic "I can't Imagine, Norman. Mr. Bevlns talked rather queer. He said he must see me at once and for yon to go on home as ha wanted me to work late and would drop ma off at my apartment on his way home. tCopyrtaht. 1911. bp Jeanne Bowmani Tomorrow. Judith Is twspt off htr foot by Bio Tom's plan. Co-Rds Won Rifle Shoot MISSOULA, Mont. (UP) Montana university girls apparently are better marksmen than men. A co-ed squad competed against eight male teams here recently snd won top honors In the Garden City Rifle asaocatlon match. L- BURIAL WILL BE ORGANIZER FLAYED HELENA, Mont., Marrti 31, (AP) Montana uts of th Merrill Mor tuaries, Inc., will be distributed among It nearly 3,000 stockholders In the state. United States District Judge George M, Bourquln said to day In a decision In the move or stockholders to obtain an accounting of the firm's funds. The concern sold burial Insurance. It is the power and duty of the court. Judge Bourquln held, to wind up the business of the concern and distribute Its property. He pointed out It could not be dissolved because It Is already in receivership. He described the securities which the firm disposed of In Montana as 'less than a lien on a flock of wild geose." "The defendant Is the mere alter ego of (Charles) Merrill In a nefar ious scheme to overreach its Mon tane, stockholders," the decision read. "That Is one more of predatory Utah corporations which In local history In Montana have found green pas tures, happy hunting grounds, the land of milk and honey, Is clear." "The marvel," It continued, "Is the ease with which their fly-by- night pressure salesmen separate people and money for pseudo 'secur ities' less than a lien on a flock of wild geese." Such sales of securities, the Judge remarked, "excites wonder" in the 'astonished and cynical observer" that anyone should "choose to trav el the rugged road of honesty." S 'MATTER POP wr is me v 7ive OATTIE a nue. . SOUDOG--M0N7A6UB S Hi HO ASSAUITP Hf MS tftST&iaosi v Ol6APPAREO- MeAVU)NL.mr -LET US PK NSW WTY'S WHERE tO HAYSZ&. MS CHM5S VALET, CHEV, EHStKED SZS BEN WEBSTER'S CAREER 'TVOU Tif?OK NlPOW COME. vJr5S. f -i M- M IFf KiOW.lLU " Ww CZJri -AU O K , "YZSS .Wooii -pie o m 1 6 E . 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(UP) Germany lost 13, 000,000 citizens due to the war and the Treaty of Versailles. These fig urea show that Germany's vlossea were: Two million killed at the front In the war. Three million to 4,000,000 died of hunger, due to ttie food blockade. ; Let me congratulate VOL) UPON DECIDIMS-, To go straight; Cudkin'. Tor ONCE WOUR. ROAD EXPENSES ARE SOMEWHERE VNITHIN REASON) Ezra Parton's Tluindorbolt! CRUDE CHILD OF SIN WHO SLAVED HOKOPARLC M. SOMERerW Tprucio.MftwTV)!; S OP onoM-c-o cnn i.Uku rucri, J5-iS fW -x,HASTei& xr-Jr J RttL '"'AKIN' tf VALET-LT'S iXSS. HONORABLE MASTER- Trr1 . w. wn in i scon ltj i i jf . m '--t.i i w r h wiyv i v f .ricii , m mi Three million to 8,000,000 were lost by the decreased birth rate. Six million, five hundred thousand Germans lost their citizenship and became Polish, or French, subjects by the Treaty of Versailles, Montana Youths Worto Backet BILLINGS, Mont. (UP) Billings has its own version of gangland racketeering. Chief of Police Val Lechner has been called to aid anxi ous housewives, who said a, gang of j youngsters have written threatening notes, warning that household gar-1 Dage cans wouio oe upset "umese you lay 25 cents on your garbage." IR.'."bl)DOME ' A GRAVE INJUSTICE - STANPAfco Gasoline VNrtPLTETAETrWL JM6UREgSEPl RANSP0RTAT10M err . v js) I5URSEP rNFftMlWra WALK OVER TO PADPV. TAKFS, A VERV UNCER TAIN STEP firtS OF CtoJf MAKE HIS KNEES BEHAVE AND SOES Fltf X li "1 - J POWN IN MIPPLE KESOlltfELY 6EY6 SECOND STEP HIS FEEf A6AIN MARTS TO fcEf 1b HIS FEEf A6AIN Buf SrtS TOWN ALMOST IMMEDIRTELV. BE6IN& TO FEEL A Lrffl FEP UP M1H tf (Copyright. 19H by The Bell Byndleste, Inc.) rUT IN By GLIJYAS WU KM. A TO ACC0MP1ISHES A THIRD STEP, VERV WAVERINS DECIDES THAT NEW FANGLED METHOD f TRANS VORlWiOH tStff SO 600T AS OtD-fASmWH EP HANTJ5 AND KNEES By 0. M. 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